LOVE 44th Day 02-13

by Administrator 13. February 2011 01:10

Invisible string of connection pulls us closer together with curiosity and feeling of belonging. The world of senses becomes acute and aware of its own presence.  Tone of the voice changes, caressing every word with smoothness  and tenderness. We are caught in the  sphere  of energy, vibrating with anticipation. The connection takes place, irreversibly marking the uniqueness of that moment. The fire, deep inside of us begins to burn stronger, ready to burst into passionate dance of life. We feel more alive, than ever before, full of love, hope and butterfly wings…

We are transformed forever, by the speechless talk, sense of understanding without explanation, belonging with no logic to it and the desire to become one. The flight of transcending magic, takes us on the unforgettable journey…Exceeding our limits, opening up to new realities and changing the fabric of our being.

Metamorphosis – “ a profound change in form from one stage to the next in the history of an organism…”; “ a complete change in form, structure or substance as transformation by magic..” by


Connection between two people, love, friendship …all has the potential power to transform. The deepest core of our existence waits patiently for a moment like that, knowing intuitively, it was always designed this way.  Needed an impulse, the reason, motivation, spark to start the powerful reaction.  We are “humans in training”, growing with and learning through love.

My grandma was awake every day, before anybody else in the house. I would watch her, moving around the kitchen in busy preparation for breakfast. She would make me one, and then continue the grand overture of first morning meal for my grandpa. On the silver tray, elegantly set breakfast with flower in the small vase. The ritual of it, didn’t take away from quality. Everything, perfectly prepared and set, felt as a royal treat.

 I have to admit...I loved my grandma very much and was a little jealous of that amount of catering for my grandpa.” He didn’t do anything… “ I thought…” Why is she treating him as a king?”… My grandma must of sense my emotions ( or noticed my disapproved looks…I was about five or six)…because she made sure breakfast was equally good.

When I was in High school …I’ve joked so many times about having husband, who will be professional cook…I’ve  believed  in it, at the end. I was determined, not to be in position, of catering female with preset of responsibilities to cook and clean.  My husband married me with the conviction of having a wife who doesn’t cook and defines domestic life as “skiing together”. My first attempt, to even warm up some food were met with bewilderment…” I thought you don’t do this thing….cooking”….he said with his eyes wide open.  No,….I was not planning then, but now, I just wanted…Got my first cook book and ….found out …actually I like to cook…life is a living satire of a  small and big assumptions.

There is a lot of ways to show your love and appreciation… Valentine Day is full of great ideas… I love flowers ( more alive , then not…)…and never said, No to chocolate…Romantic excursion and wild surprises are even better…but I never underestimated quiet, maybe unnoticed loving gesture, handmade gift or simplicity of cooking  your favorite food.

 It took me years, to understand my grandmother, showing her love through her caring and pampering … The breakfast was designed not only to feed the physical body but to nourish the soul by saying “I love you “  in her way.

She was an excellent cook and many times, she would put me next to her, at the big kitchen table, giving me the important job of mixing the batter or icing for the cake. Remember, how patient she was …never rushing or telling me “it was not good”…always delighted with me, as her partner in the kitchen. I think, she was still with me, when I got married and struggle to learn to cook “something”….picture of two of us, at the table was in the back of my mind… I understood her cooking…and love mixed all together in delicious recipes.

Needless to say, I’ve became a pretty “descent” cook over the years, and I like to cook for my family, friends or people I care about. It simply tastes better when someone else makes it for you…

 Every morning, before I take my kids to school, my Mom makes a cup of tea for me. Believe me, it’s the best tasting tea….I missed that, when she was not living with me. She knows, she makes the best one…comes down and checks on me, when I write, to ask me if I want another cup…I always do, and love it. Apparently, my seventeen year old daughter, since last year joined the tradition of out teas…but not until recently, that she has come up on Sunday mornings…asking, if I want one…..yes… I do….  It’s just like grandmas…full of love.

The love could be very powerful in the smallest of actions….because it’s not the size of it. It’s the intent, growing from the heart and giving us the energy of love, feeding us, making us stronger, better, more loving. It’s the divine spark, perpetuum mobile….the hope for us humans and the way to live.  Love to all….



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The Little Prince

"People where you live," the little prince said, "grow five thousand roses in one garden... yet they don't find what they're looking for..."

"They don't find it," I answered.

"And yet what they're looking for could be found in a single rose, or a little water..."

"Of course," I answered.

And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."








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